History "repeats" not, but it surely "rhymes,"
Or so thought I till the great New York Times
Published an op-ed by a White House big cheese,
Saying Mr. Prez for a brain had but fleas,
Assuring that he and his like were in charge,
Lest into china shops did Trump anew barge.
It's quite a step for this "senior official,"
For love of his country blowing the whistle,
But where in the history of political man
Has any aide, anywhere, fed into the fan,
His prez, his king, or Glorious Dear Leader,
And called him a fruit for the morning news reader.
That's right: a top aide, a blue-suit enabler,
Who writes memoranda and we think of as stabler
Than the run of most men or dry op-ed hacks,
Who knows who he is and just what he backs,
Who'd go to the stake, for his man take a whack.
Who'd have thought he'd say Don is a quack?
Not even Dick Nixon's men did this to him,
Which just goes to show that we're up to the rim
Of culture and empire, our vaunted democ',
As a leading newspaper revels in shock.
It's nothing you'd see in France, Spain or Japan,
Where decorum and manners root any plan.
Hero or traitor, that's for you to decide.
I only point out this historic divide,
'Tween the calm of the past and the chaotic now,
Which only will deepen and re-wrinkle our brow.
This dark Times op-ed is the slip on the slope,
The end of the dream, the Establishment's rope.